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Monday, November 29, 2004

Little Seashell

In the splendor of meadows
In the fragrance of musty air
Butterflies kiss sunny flowers
they flutter with soft tiny voices
Telling us of loves beauty.

On the faces of mountains past
Staring at the thunder of the sky
Upon the winds of gentle rain
We float along an ocean of memories
Listening to the sound of the heart
Telling us of love's wisdom.

On the soft sand of summer shores
Making love to the rythm of the seas
Our bodies entwined in perfect wave
With seashells whispering underground
Telling us of love's wonders deep.

From life beyond a beholders eye
There are parts of love we can see
An Emperess sits upon a throne of passion
Telling us a joy that no one can contend.
Adding a spring of life to each step we take.
A crystalline jewel glitters under dawns smile
Glimmering of a sparkle of a new dream
Where pain is to sleep forever more
To rest as a dark sleeping theif
Who's ill charms will enchant no more.

Comet trails blaze azure skies
into the mystery in which we are bound
Revealing fair hope as a milky way
Singing to our spirits...
Calling to our destiny...
Telling us where love can be found
Listen to the little seashell
Telling of this eternal peace...
Listen to her gentle voice
and true love will be found.

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